Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

There was something about this man--he called himself "Cicero"--that she liked. He had a very calm, level voice, and his eyes seemed kind, if a bit empty. Plus, his eyes were pretty, or at least interesting: one the color of a sunset, the other white as her pelt.

She smiled as he accepted her gift, tucking it under his paw with an expression of gratitude. She was about to wheel away to find him more gifts when Ramsay began to prod where he shouldn't, trying to snatch the pebble away.

"No!" Maegi snapped, baring her tiny milk teeth at her brother. It was one of the only words she knew, and she used it ferociously. "No!" She cuffed him around his dark, floppy ears, scowling.

The pebble wasn't for him! It was for Cicero!